The Distant Garden

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The steam from the boiler room rose in a thick, white plume that smelled of wet coal and old iron, and it was into this choking, sulfurous air that Elias Thorne stepped, his hands trembling not from the cold that had settled into his marrow during the long, grey winter in this industrial city, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the coat that hung on the back of his neck. He had come here,...

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